We are no different, we only choose different armour.
Dear Judge, Jury and Executioner,
There is something about being a part of the pierced, tattooed and modified club that comes with an immediate and infinite feeling of belonging. A club that exists because the world knows nothing but judgement; a club of people that have to constantly defend themselves to the masses regarding their personal choices, decisions and modifications.
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For over 80 hours I have sat beneath tattoo needles, the paintbrush of the skin. I am not afraid of pain. I am not afraid of commitment.
As a teenager, I spent many days looking at pictures of tattoos and admiring the ink artistry of people that I met in my childhood. I always knew I wanted a tattoo but I distinctly remember my parents telling me that I could do what I wanted to my body, but not until I turned 18.
Continue reading “My Tattoo Journey.”